A FAREWELL TO MR. T. KEAVERY ON HIS RETIREMENT FROM CHARGE
OF "D" DISTRICT, BELFAST, AFTER A PERIOD OF FOURTEEN YEARS.
Farewell! we must speak the word,
Whatever our hearts may feel,
And deep the emotions stirred
Which few of us may reveal.
Not readily we'll forget.
However the fates may fall,
One who was not a martinet,
One for whom we were triers all.
No cheery words you suppressed,
No favourite smirked in the ranks,
For that we gave of our best,
For this we tender our thanks.
And for things you acknowledged,too,
When judgment or strength had failed,
For the trust that we placed in you
Whenever right was assailed.
For evils and wrongs undone,
For the deeds that truth essays,
For the trait we relied upon-
The human touch in your ways.
Forty years of your life
You have given with courage great,
Through danger and doubt and strife
To service of the King and State.
And now you lay down your sword
With honour and peace and praise,
And a wish with the parting word
For the joys of your closing days.
May the mercies by you shown
Be a thousandfold repaid,
When at the Great White Throne
You stand in the Last Parade.
*Austin Conboy, Sergeant, R.I.C.
Ed. * R.I.C., Register Number. 55024.